LEIA POV
I'd chop off one of my big toes if it would erase the foul display of emotions I spewed last night. I CRIED! In front of Herc… on Herc. Screw it, both toes. “Our mate wants us to patiently wait for him to reject us, how should we have reacted?” Sian sneered. Like I need her to be in a mood right now.
“I’m not stupid, Sian. I know that having my heart cleaved in two is supposed to hurt. I also feel it. I also know that meeting my mate and seeing a look of disgust instead of lust is not a good thing.” I might be too good at hiding my emotions if my wolf doesn’t feel my agitation and I hate to admit it, but… sadness.
“A Sargeant Master can’t go around crying on their warriors’ shoulders.” He must think I’m pathetic. “Herc isn’t just our second in command Leia. He’s a friend and so
